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Climb Up Higher

What grace it is, to cross a path, Where love won't let you stand in wrath. Where hands don't hold for comfort's sake, But pull you up with each bold stake. To meet a soul who lights your fire, Who nudges you to climb up higher. Who speaks the truth, though it may sting, And still stands firm through everything. Yet rarer still — a heart so brave, To shed old skin, to ride each wave. To not just ask that you transform, But bloom beside you through each storm. For growth is not a solo trail, It’s leaning in when you might fail. It's roots that deepen side by side, And wings that open, arms stretched wide. So honor those who see your light, And choose to grow within its sight. For love that rises, hand in hand, Is where the truest hearts will stand.
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The Taker's Creed

A man cannot wait for fate's hand,  
Nor sit by the shore on shifting sand.  
The world won't bend to whispered pleas,  
It's earned by those who seize the seas.

Dreams are not gifts on silver trays,  
But treasures found in daring ways.  
He who waits may never see,  
The heights that come to those who flee.

With courage bold and heart of fire,  
The taker climbs the mountain higher.  
For in the grasp of those who try,  
Lives the power to touch the sky.

So take what’s yours, don’t hesitate,  
For life won't pause, nor will it wait.  
The future’s forged by hands that fight,  
Who dare to claim what’s out of sight.

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